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jimmy the third - fave song lyrics

[verse 1]
they thought they knew me personal because i keep on droppin’ that heat on ’em
crank it down, you think this sh-t a sauna?
tired of fake -ss smokers, good vibin’ -ss personas
poppin’ prescriptions but turn a cheek when they lay it on ya
bae my baby, turn it back and make that booty clap
two hundred likes on some sh-t you’d delete later so make it last
i don’t discriminate personally, bruh, i mean i am mixed
one thing i learned from that was different color booty, same sh-t

[hook]
this sh-t my favorite song, you just don’t know the words
but i still f-ck with you, you just ain’t never heard
goes like i look like blake
i give my all, you best not take
poppin’ molly, you poppin’ fate
you smoke that green, -ss always late

[bridge]
this my jam, this my jam, this my jam, this my jam
i got that jam, i got that jam, i got that jam, i got that jam

[verse 2]
number 32 little brother, standing at five feet
indeed i’m from the v and yes i’m redefining hyphy
now i’m searching for a baddie, bomb personality wifey
haven’t been red in weeks, try pushing b-ttons n-gga, try me
you wasn’t there cheering for me at my track meets
so you ain’t gonna be meet up when i’m freakin’ money nasty
lightskins always playin’, just roll yourself another l
i’m waiting for you to slip up on your girl so our ship could finally sail, but

[hook + bridge]

[verse 3]
caught your -ss slippin’, wet floor sign nowhere in sight
that green ink, i’m stacking mine giving back a piece of mind
she wake up thinking of the fits that she rocking into next week
spent her paycheck at f-21 but she sixteen trying to keep her streak
her momma hate jimmy, his mouth so dirty but he’s so clean
the type of man you need is one with a dream
‘try that nice mexican up the street, trying to be a doctor’
“but momma, he stay rollin’ then he rub my t-ts by the lockers”
at least he know what he be like, no type like meet the flockers
he so respectful, he catfishin’, n-gga strapped with choppers
“but you hate cursing on the aux cord, and i ain’t buying just so i can afford
he’s the only lightskin that i can adore, so what the f-ck are you looking for?”

[hook]

- jimmy the third lyrics

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